[Verse 1]

The sound of clubs and transport

Replaced by traffic in my mind

I'm moving through the Stations of the Cross

Deaf, dumb and blind

What was New York is my boudoir

I am the tower in my room

An inverted lighthouse to

Sway your captains to their doom

[Verse 2]

Upon my uneasy sea

They jump from the sinking ship

I won't have betrayed myself

If I don't get caught in the rip

I replay my history on VCRs

To interrupt my year of rest

And the static in my scene

Shows me it's mediocre at best